“You have the oddest tastes in clothing.” Came her voice from the bathroom. It’s a teasing tone, one she’s grown more than comfortable using with him over the months. He, strangely enough, had become her comfort and a stability in her life that she had never expected. They were such opposites on so many levels that everything somehow managed to balance, and after a while, Velma simply ceased attempting to find the logic in them.

Not when she was having such a damn good time of herself.

Normally, she wouldn’t have had the confidence to indulge such attire, but that was before, when her self confidence in that arena left much to be desired. Now, her confidence was no longer an issue. Greed had personally seen to that with surprising patience. Greed was also the reason she was slipping on that particular dress and boots, and despite the fact that she wore them entirely for his benefit, to indulge his tastes, Velma felt a flushed thrill roll through her. He had the tendency to bring out this sexier side of her more and more as of late, but she never even thought to complain.

The door to the bathroom creaked open and she stepped out, arm holding the front of the dress in place as she turned around. The zipper was open, exposing the bare skin of her back in a coy sort of triangle, pointing south toward the curve of her rear. With a sultry look she had long since perfected on him, Velma glanced over her shoulder to him, eyes slightly lidded to play into the part.

“Can you help with my zipper?” The question was soft, almost innocent sounding at how she asked it. Who knew she could still do innocent after all this time?